#DamonSalvatoreFanfic

[noobiestnoober]

The Cost of a Prank (Damon x Reader)

This a one-shot fanfic between Damon and Y/N where Damon develops a close bond with Y/N after discovering that Katherine has deceived Damon all along. Enjoy the story <3

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In the dimly lit parlor of the Salvatore Boarding House, Damon Salvatore lounged on the vintage leather sofa, a smirk playing on his lips as he swirled a glass of bourbon. The flickering flames of the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the room, adding to the air of mystery and tension.

Across from him stood Y/N, her expression a mixture of exasperation and amusement. They had been sparring verbally for the better part of an hour, and the banter was starting to wear on her patience.

“You’d be a fool to say no,” Damon said, his voice dripping with a mix of arrogance and persuasion.

Y/N rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips, “I’d be a bigger fool to listen to you,” she retorted, shaking her head

Damon chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down Y/N’s spine, “Oh, come on. When have I ever steered you wrong?”

“Do you want the list alphabetically or chronologically?” Y/N shot back, unable to keep a grin from tugging at her lips.

“Very funny,” Damon said, raising an eyebrow, “I’m offering you a chance to pull the greatest prank Mystic Falls has ever seen. We could turn the town’s water supply into Kool-Aid for a day. Imagine the looks on their faces!”

Y/N’s expression softened slightly, her brow furrowing in thought, “And in the process, become the town’s most wanted pranksters? No, Damon. I won’t sacrifice my clean record for a laugh.”

Damon’s eyes narrowed, the playful glint replaced by a cold intensity, “A clean record is overrated. We’re here to have fun, to shake things up. It’s time you embraced your mischievous side.”

Y/N sighed, feeling the weight of his words but unwilling to give in. “I won’t do it, Damon. There has to be another way to have fun.”

Damon sighed, taking a long sip of his bourbon, “Suit yourself. But remember, when the town discovers their morning coffee is bright red—and they will—you’ll wish you had been part of it.”

With that, Damon rose from the sofa and strode toward the door, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts. The crackling fire seemed to echo the turmoil in her mind, a constant reminder of the ever-present battle between caution and spontaneity.

“Why do you always have to be so infuriating?” Y/N called after him, frustration clear in her voice.

Damon paused at the door, a smirk playing on his lips, “It’s part of my charm, sweetheart.”

As the door clicked shut behind Damon, Y/N felt a pang of regret. But she knew in her heart that she had made the right choice. She wouldn’t let Damon’s antics drag her into trouble. Not again. Not ever.

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Days later, Damon found himself reeling from a devastating revelation. Katherine, the woman he had loved for centuries, had deceived him. She had never been trapped in the vampire tomb as he had believed. She had been free all along, playing with his emotions from the shadows. The heartbreak hit him harder than he ever expected, and he retreated to the solitude of his room, drowning his sorrows in bourbon.

Y/N, sensing his despair, stepped in to take care of him. She brought him meals, sat with him through his darkest hours, and listened as he poured out his anguish. Her presence was a balm to his wounded heart, and in those moments, Damon began to see her in a new light. She was kind, compassionate, and fiercely loyal—qualities he had longed for but never found in Katherine.

Despite the growing feelings he had for Y/N, Damon knew he was a bad influence on her. His life was filled with chaos and darkness, and he didn’t want to drag her into it. One evening, as she sat beside him, gently coaxing him to eat, he decided.

“You know,” he said, forcing a smile, “I think it’s time I pulled that prank we talked about. Mystic Falls could use a little excitement.”

Y/N looked at him, concern etched on her face, “Damon, are you sure that’s what you need right now?”

He nodded, though his heart was breaking at the thought of leaving her, “Yeah, I need a distraction. And I think it’s best for everyone if I step away for a bit.”

She didn’t argue, sensing there was more behind his words. She simply nodded, her eyes betraying the sadness she felt, “Just... come back in one piece, okay?”

Damon leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, “I’ll do my best, sweetheart.”

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As the night fell, Damon left Mystic Falls without telling anyone. He knew Y/N would be safe without him, and that thought gave him a sliver of peace. As he drove away, he couldn’t help but look back one last time, the image of Y/N etched in his mind.

“Stay safe, Y/N,” he whispered into the night, knowing he was leaving behind the one thing he had been searching for all his life. But he also knew that sometimes, the best way to protect someone was to let them go.

[bloodyrippah]

I just wrote a Damon Salavtore fanfic 😮‍💨 it's titled Iridescent. I suck at promo. I created a fantasy world just for it because i plan to write a novel based on it. Hwhehehehs. Check it out pls.

I have this recurring dream that we're still together.We live on a remote island. At first, it's only the both of us. We'll argue about marriage, as we always did before we settled down with a dog. A golden retriever, or Rottweiler. Any type of dog. Then, we'll get a cat with the same attitude as me. Then we'll have children. First, a daughter who is a carbon copy of you. Then we'll have a son, he's going to be like me.

[taylorgrace-writes]

Streatching

Pairings: Damon x reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, oral (f receiving), sir kink, pet names (bunny)

Word Count: 1k

Genera: Smut

When Damon first arrived in Mystic Falls and met y/n, Elena's best friend he knew from the beginning that you would be his.

You couldn’t help but fall for Damon as well. With his killer good look and charismatic energy he had you blushing furiously whenever he came around with his brother and Elana.

You and Damon soon started talking and hanging out without Elana and Stefan around. Your quick remarks to Damon’s flirty attitude had him asking you out in no time.

Before you knew it the two of you were practically spending every waking moment together and that’s how Damon came to be in the predicament he was currently in. You had come over the night before, one thing led to another, and soon you were wrapped up in Damon’s arms falling asleep to his steady breathing. When Damon first woke up he was happy to see that you were still peacefully asleep next to him. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand before checking his socials. Not long after, you started to come out of your sleep. Damon watched as you slowly opened your eyes before giving him a smile.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” he chuckled giving you his classic smirk. You playfully shoved at him, rolling your eyes.

“How’d you sleep?” you mumbled, snuggling closer into him.

“Amazing, I think our pre-workout really helped.” You let out a laugh before looking up at him.

“Is that what we’re calling that now? A pre bedtime workout?” you giggled.

“Pre anything workout baby.” Damon told you, hoisting you onto his lap so you could feel his growing erection through his boxers. You gently placed your hands on his shoulders and rolled your hips giving him a smug smile as his grip tightened on your hips and let out a hiss.

“I wouldn’t want you to start something if you don’t think you can finish it.” Damon told you as his pupils blew wide, making your thin panties wet.

“Oh it’s not me you have to worry about.” you told him raising your hands above your head and stretching. Damon watched as your tee shirt rode up, exposing the slight swell of the underside of your breasts. Your smooth skin stretching out beautifully as you tilted your head back welcoming in the new day. Damon couldn’t take it anymore. He forcefully gripped your hips, flipping you over on the bed as you let out a small yelp of surprise. Damon pinned your arms above your head with one hand as he slowly started to grope your side with the other. His head was right next to your neck and when he spoke you could feel the warmth of his breath.

“Oh baby, you have no idea what that did to me.” he told you before leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck. Gently sucking here and there with some gentle love bites. Slowly he moved down your body, ripping the shirt from your heaving chest. He softly played with your breasts before wrapping his tongue around one of your nipples. You let out a sigh of pleasure, curling your fingers into his dark locks.

“Damon…” you breathed out as he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth over the hardened bud. Soon he was switching breasts, giving the other the same exact love and attention he gave the first. His rough calloused hands felt fantastic against your tender skin as he slowly worked his way downwards. Gentle kitten licks and kisses were given before he rose up to look at you.

“I can smell your arousal.” he grunted out. “It’s like your pussy is calling me. It needs me, don’t you think so bunny?” The use of the pet name along with Damon’s growing bulge sent a shiver down your spine. You quickly licked your lips before parting them, knowing he was waiting for an answer.

“Yes sir, she needs you real bad.” Damon let out a breathy moan before his fingers were slowly stripping you of your panties. He watched as he pulled the cloth away, a string of arousal still clinging onto them. He lifted a finger, grabbing some of your juices before popping it into his mouth. You watched as he suckled on his finger, desperately trying to taste every little drop of you. He hadn’t even touched you yet and you were already whining, trying to buck your hips, trying to get him to touch you where you wanted him most. “Damon, please.” you whimpered out as more juices ran out of you. Damon smirked at you before nestling his head between your thighs. Soon you felt his warm tongue running through your folds. You let out a lust filled moan as his tongue ran gently over your clit. “Ohhh, Damonnn.” you called out before he was gently sliding his tongue over your clit.

“Mmm, bunny, you're so sensitive to me.” he murmured to you before traveling back down towards your entrance and shoving his skillful muscle into you.

“Oh, sir, yes!” you cried out to him. Once Damon felt you were ready he coated one of his fingers in your juices before plunging it into your gaping entrance. He raised his head up to look at you through lust filled eyes as he added a second finger. Your mouth fell open as his two digits hit your g-spot, sending your mind fuzzy.

“Oh yeah bunny, that’s the spot, isn’t it.” Damon hummed as he ran his fingers over that soft spongy spot again. You could feel your climax coming, you just needed one final push. Damon knew this and latched his lips onto your clit, sucking it into his mouth as he rolled his tongue aggressively over it while scratching your insides just right.

“Sir, I’m gonna cum!” You yelled out but right as your climax was about to come crashing down Damon pulled away, his mouth leaving your clit and his fingers stopping their frenzy. You let out a frustrated whimper at the loss of contact, looking down at Damon, waiting for some type of explanation.

“Oh bunny, that’s what you get for riling me up so early in the morning.” he gave a shake of his head before walking out of the bedroom, leaving you naked and vulnerable. Wondering to yourself, what just happened?

[penmansparadise]

Damon Salvatore Imagine

*I DO NOT OWN ANY GIFS* *CREDITS TO THOSE WHO MADE THE GIFS*

        It had been two weeks since you broke up with Damon.  Although you had been crying everyday since, you still could not remember exactly why you did what you did.  Things had been blurry and dreamlike every time you thought back to that day.  No one, not even Stefan, had heard from Damon.  He had disappeared.  The lack of communication and unknown left you feeling even worse about the entire situation.

           Tears blurred your vision as you cuddled into your comforter.  Your bed had been your permanent hiding spot since the breakup. Waded up tissues and empty chocolate boxes covered every inch of your wood floor.  Your favorite movie was silently playing on your TV when a light knock came from your door.  You grunted an allowance to whoever was asking for access.  Elena and Caroline peeked through a cracked door before fully entering.  “Hey there!” Caroline said gleefully hopping onto the bed next to you.  “How is our favorite recluse doing?” Elena asked snuggling up next to you.  You sniffled sending both girls a pout.  Your two friends exchanged sad expressions before sympathetically looking back to you. “It’s going to be alright Y/N. Caroline and I have both been through this and came out alive.  A little banged up, but alive nonetheless.” Elena said trying her best to give you a little reassurance.  You closed your eyes willing the tears that threatened to spill over to go away.  “I just,” you paused trying to regain your composure, “I just don’t remember anything.  I don’t know why I did what I did.  I loved Damon…I still do.  And I thought he felt the same way.”  Although you tired to push the tears away, two small helpless drops slid down your already swollen cheeks.  “I just want to know what happened,” you whispered more to yourself than your two best friends.  Silence blanketed the room, sadness weighing heavily on your heart.  Caroline and Elena shared a sympathetic look before Caroline spoke.  “Y/N?” She grabbed your attention, “We actually have something to tell you.” You sat up a little inspecting your friends.  “What’s wrong?” You asked curiously.  The two swapped another concerned gaze.  Elena took a quick breath,  “It was Katherine.  She compelled you to break up with Damon and forget about what she did.”  Your mouth hung open and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What?” You asked breathlessly.  Caroline and Elena were trying to explain to you the situation, but you were trapped in your manic and whirring thoughts.  In the midst of the two girls talking over one another, a sudden knock came from your door.  Although you didn’t want to feel it, a small sliver of hope built up inside of you. “Can I come in?” A familiar voice asked sending your hopes crashing down.  Stefan cautiously entered your room with a worried look on his face. Everyone knew that look, it had been painted there many times before.  “What’s wrong?” Caroline asked hesitantly standing up from the bed. Stefan’s expression looked pained as his eyes traveled from Caroline, Elena, and finally landing on yours. “It’s Damon.”

           Time stopped and your breathing hitched in your throat.  A million bricks disguised as worries came crashing down onto you.  Words escaped you as your vision blurred again from tears clawing at your eyes to get out.  Elena put her hand on yours and gave it a light squeeze, “What do you mean, ‘It’s Damon’?”  Stefan took a deep breath before his solemn eyes looked deep into yours, “He, um, he shut it off.  His humanity, he shut his humanity off and is on a bender.”  Caroline and Elena looked at each other fearfully as you lay there frozen.  Your whole world felt as if it were crashing down right before your eyes.  Every breath you took felt shallow and unfulfilling making your lungs scream.  Your heart was clenched and your head felt heavy from all of the thoughts wrecking havoc on your mind.  You were so far removed from the world that you didn’t even realize you had spoken aloud. “Where is he now?” You said softly. Caroline, Elena, and Stefan all stopped talking and turned toward you.  “What?”  Stefan asked. You quickly got out of bed searching for your purse and shoes, “I said where is he now?  I want to go see him.  Where is he?”  The three others looked at you in confusion and with worry.  “You want to go see him?  Like now?”  Caroline asked dubiously.  Your purse was hanging from your shoulder and your car keys were in your hand, “Did I stutter?  Yes, I want to go see him... Like now.  Stefan, where is he?”  Stefan looked over to your worried friends then sighed in defeat, “The last time I saw him he was at the Grill, but…”. Before he could finish his sentence you had already pushed through the three of them and were running down the stairs toward the front door.  

           The drive to the Grill was dreamlike as your body worked on autopilot.  You pulled into a parking spot out front and quickly made your way to the door.  Inside the Grill was empty and all the lights were off.  The sun was the only thing eerily sending small bands of light into the small building.   Slowly and quietly you walked into the main dining area where you saw him.  His face was buried into some innocent girl’s neck. Your stomach flipped and a sudden wave of nausea hit you.  The girl’s hushed whimpers seemed to echo in the empty room.  Although your entire body screamed to run away, you forced your feet to move you forward.  You swallowed and tried your best to control the shaking in your voice, “Let her go.” Damon froze, but kept his face by her neck.  You took another step closer gaining more confidence, “I said let her go Damon.” Damon slowly loosened his grip on the girl till she ran towards the back holding her still bleeding neck.  Damon listlessly lifted his head till he was looking at you.  His mouth was smeared with blood, as was the collar of his shirt, and anger, confusion, and pain lingered in his eyes.  “Y/N?” He breathed out almost like it hurt him to even say your name.  You took another step closer to him till you were directly in front of him.  “Damon,” you began as you lightly took his hand into yours, “what are you doing? This isn’t you.”  A million emotions swam through his eyes as he stared at you in awe.  “This isn’t who you are.”  You took his other hand into yours, “You’re no longer this person.”  The two of you stood there briefly before Damon tore his hands away from yours and turned away.  “What are you doing here Y/N?  You need to leave.”  He said moving away from you.  His back muscles tensed and relaxed through his shirt.  “Damon, I’m here to turn your humanity back on.”  You said trying to walk towards him again.  He turned toward you with a blank expression, “You can’t turn my humanity back on Y/N.  I don’t want to feel anymore.  I don’t need anymore pain in my life.”  A sigh fell from your lips, “What do you...” you took a second to collect your thoughts, “Why would you turn it off?  What makes you think flipping the switch will fix anything Damon?”  Damon ran his fingers through his hair pulling at it in frustration, “Because you left me Y/N!” His outburst hit you like a ton of bricks.  “You were my everything and you left me.  I would have done anything for your, ANYTHING, and you left me.  I gave you my heart and you left me.  I loved you Y/N!”  Damon took a breath trying to calm himself down, “I loved you…and you left me.” Agony dripped off of every word he spoke and anguish hung in the silence between the two of you.  His deep blue eyes stared sorrowfully into yours before he moved away from you again.  Angry tears pooled in your eyes, “I didn’t leave you Damon.  Katherine compelled me.  Do you honestly think I would just leave you?  After everything we’ve been through?”  Damon scoffed as he kicked around an empty beer bottle, “Katherine? Really?  Is that the best you got?”  Trying your best to hold back tears you took a shaky breath, “Yes Damon. Is it so hard to believe that Katherine, the woman who was obsessively in love with for years, would try to ruin your happiness?  It’s what she does best Damon!  She doesn’t want you to be happy.  She doesn’t want you to move on.  And now here you are, letting her win at her best game…ruining your life.”  The words lingered in the stillness before you spoke once more, “I would never just leave you.  Because leaving you would be ruining my happiness and my life too.” Damon stood still as stone a couple feet away from you.  Neither of you spoke a word for what felt like an eternity.  The only sounds present were your heavy breathing and the wood settling in the old building.  Damon, with his back still turned to you, finally spoke, “It’s too late Y/N.  I’m already gone.”  His words hit your heart like a thousand stakes to your chest knocking the wind out of you.  Damon began to walk away, but in a last-ditch effort you quickly exclaimed, “You can’t tell me you don’t miss it.”  Damon stopped by the back door and asked, “Miss what?”  Your aching body slowly moved towards him as you spoke. “Feeling.” You began, “The way you would feel when I would walk into a room and suddenly everyone would magically disappear but us two.  The way you would feel when you wrapped your arms around me and I would try my best to get closer even though I knew it wasn’t humanly possible.  Or the way you felt when you held my hand for the first time and your stomach did a million backflips.  But I think your favorite was when we were parked in your car somewhere out in the forest and I turned to you and told you ‘I love you Damon Salvatore and I always will…forever and ever’.  And what did you say back to me?”  By this time you were standing behind him, close enough to touch.  He calmly turned to face you and closed his eyes tightly. Something in his stature relaxed before he opened his eyes and locked them with yours.  His hand made its way to caress your cheek as you held his gaze. His glacial eyes completely captured you making you shiver.  A small smile came across his lips, “ ‘And ever’.  I said ‘and ever’ back to you.”  A relieved sigh escaped you before you engulfed each other in an intimate embrace. With your face buried in the crook of his neck you whispered, “I love you Damon Salvatore… forever and ever.” He pulled back and planted a soft passionate kiss on your lips before whispering back, “And ever baby.”

[thevampirediarieswattpad]

Shadow ➳ Damon Salvatore (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/5QeOLS08Ct ❝... Y fue que supe que yo solo era la sombra de tu viejo amor...❞ 

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[skye--is--the--limit]

Can someone please tell me what they think?

It's my first fanfiction and I really would like it if someone would tell me what they think so here's the link.

http://www.quotev.com/story/4280255/Who-Is-There-to-Trust-When-I-Cant-Even-Trust-Myself-Damon-Salvatore-Love-S/

[bloodyrippah]

Would now be a good time to mention I wrote a gay Damon Salvatore fanfic where his ex writes him yearly journals after he learns Damon was chased out of his life. It’s called iridescent on wattpad and ao3 by mikaelsxnwhorr fanfiction

https://www.wattpad.com/story/188919587?

[bloodyrippah]

So i sort of wrote a Damon Salvatore x male fanfic where his boyfriend is part of a supernatural organization and Damon was chased out of his life. Micah Underwood will not stop until he finds out who chased Damon from his life and make them pay. I even created my worldbuilding for it because i plan to make it a novel one day. Be a dear and check it out. Its completed.

‘Tell me, Damon. How does it feel to have a soul? You destroyed my soul the day you left. I felt it crack like a thousand shattered glass. You created a ravenous beast who will not stop until his enemies burn in Dark-Hell flame. I will never rest. Even in death, I will never be at peace.’

[bloodyrippah]

Revenge is best served cold. Just how Micah likes it.

Micah after getting his revenge even if it ends with his death.

Micah everytime he thinks about how Damon was chased from his life.

If you're still here, I've updated my Damon Salvatore x male fanfic titled Iridescent

Read it on wattpad here

Read it on ao3 here

[bloodyrippah]

WOW! 98K READS ON IRIDESCENT! THANKS EVERYONE WHO READ THAT BOOK! ITS CLOSE TO 100K! SUCH A MILESTONE! THANK YOU TO MY READERS! — #wattpadwriter #wattpadfanfic #fanficwriter #lgbtfanfic #damonsalvatorefanfic #damonsalvatore #tvdfanfiction #pocauthor #blackwritersofinstagram #blackwriters #fyp #fanfiction https://www.instagram.com/p/CeEydA5Idp2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[penmansparadise]

Hello everyone...

I’m so sorry I haven’t posted! This past week was super CRAZY! However, I do have a Damon Salvatore imagine in the works and will be posting that soon. I was thinking of writing a Klaus Mikaelson imagine next, but I’m willing to write requests. Feel free to send them in! xx